At this time, Li Wenshuo received two letters.

The first letter was delivered to a large black eagle, or the one sent to him by the leap man, with two white feathers on its pitch-black back, which suddenly fell from the sky and hovered over his head for weeks before landing on his arm.

I hadn't seen it for a while, but the Black Hawk grew taller and taller, with wings spread out and up to five feet long.

Li Wenshuo didn't know how this beast found himself, so he reached out and opened the hollow bamboo stick tied with a thin red rope on the eagle's feet, and took out a yellow-brown paper Wanzhou Zixuan from it.

This paper is extremely valuable, only Wanzhou Yan Habitat can be made, and every year the finished product, the vast majority of them are offered to the palace, and the rest is priceless, and ordinary people can never afford it.

The paper is densely written, and the extremely delicate handwriting is not like a man's handwriting.

What made Li Wenshuo feel strange was that the letter was not from the leap guest, but from the princess Liuli in the palace who had several sides of the relationship and had a good impression.

Why did Princess Liuli use the Black Eagle message sent to him by a leap guest?

The content of the letter is also simple, hundreds of words, half of which express thoughts and worries about him, and the words are sincere, but they do not exceed the norm. The rest is to ask him where he is now, saying that he has important matters to discuss, and that he will prepare a banquet in the palace at any time and wait for him.

The letter was read to Luo Jiuyi, Luo Jiuyi was calm when he saw it, and after reading it, he pinched it casually, and the whole piece of paper turned into ashes, and said in a low voice: "Sao fox." ”

He turned his head to look at Li Wenshuo again and asked, "Look, the little girl misses you, saying that she wants to see you, maybe Bacheng wants to make a promise to cook rice with you, and you are still a princess, why don't you hurry up and fly over?"

Li Wenshuo just smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that this Liu Jingchen was really good at picking the time, he gently removed Luo Jiuyi's hand that was pinching the soft flesh around his waist, coughed dryly, and said very seriously: "At present, the people of the city are in danger, how can it be that when it is time to eat and meet friends, the overall situation is important, and the overall situation is important." ”

"Hehe, the safety of the people is not as important as the moment, if I wasn't here, you'd be there early. ”

“......”

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The second letter was sent to a man named Hanako in the city, who was not tall, with greasy hair, and his biggest feature was that he was featureless, no different from the rest of the 'beggar gang members' in the city.

He knocked on the door of the inn in the middle of the night, and when he saw Li Wenshuo, he didn't speak, but only handed the letter in his hand to Li Wenshuo.

This letter is more interesting than the first one.

Li Wenshuo just stretched out his hand to answer the letter. He didn't have a knife in his hand, only a piece of broken porcelain, hidden under the envelope, and slashed at Li Wenshuo's neck very directly.

It was not the person who wrote the letter, but only the messenger, but it was always a bit rare to kill people.

Li Wenshuo took the letter with one hand, and waved it in the air casually with the other, the porcelain piece in Hanako's hand had just been handed out, and as soon as his face was revealed, the whole person had already turned around in the air three times, flew up and crashed into the wall across the street, and the bones all over his body were broken, and he was silent in just an instant.

The sky is very clear on a summer night.

There was a creak, and the door of the inn that had just been opened was closed, and the night wind blew through, as if nothing had happened.

The second person to send the letter was Bai Yugongzi, who had only met once. Knowing that this guy is still alive, Li Wenshuo is very happy, but the content of the letter is very strange, it is also a few hundred words of square block script, but what he said is not half a sentence of nonsense at all.

The beginning is: The stone wall is cracked and the human wall is a wall, all of which are city walls, all of which can resist the enemy, so there is no need to worry. The vassal king in the south is not honest, and the prince in the west can't see through it.

What does that mean?

The human wall, let the people in the city go out of the city to fight?

Not to mention that there are few young and strong people left in the city, and they don't even have weapons, as for the princes in the south and west, only Liu Feng, the king of Shu, and Liu Mao, the king of Qi, are really powerful.

Liu Feng, the king of Shu, stationed soldiers in the palace, proclaimed himself a soil emperor with no orthodox name in the land of Shu, the court is on guard all the year round, and it is not surprising that there are different intentions, but Liu Mao, the king of Qi, has a naval army under his hands, and he can attack the city by dry roads for thousands of miles, and he will not be able to rebel by taking the opportunity?

And these are all things that the emperor needs to worry about, and they have nothing to do with him.

Li Wenshuo shook his head, he didn't understand it for a while, he just continued to look down, and there were a lot of names below, there were more than a dozen, Yin Huai, Hu Bugui, Lin Feng...... It is said that they are all characters in Lingxiu Mountain.

What made Li Wenshuo find it most interesting was that he actually asked himself to be careful of some nobles in Chang'an City, especially those surnamed Liu.

Liu Ye?

Or, the glass princess who just wrote to her?

At that year, during the festival of the frost and chrysanthemum in Chang'an City, he rushed all the way to meet a Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain in the middle of the road, holding the Heavenly Demon Banner Sword to kill him, and the real mastermind behind it is not clear to him until now.

The last sentence of the letter: "The person who sent the letter, please kill him on his behalf." ”

Li Wenshuo narrowed his eyes, read the letter carefully twice, and after being sure that he had memorized it all, he also burned the letter to ashes in the candle flame on the table.

The tired Luo Jiuyi had already fallen asleep, and he also blew out the lights, allowing the silver-white moonlight to shine through the window.

He took a deep breath, a sharp pain in his chest, and suddenly he felt completely sleepy.

Ulan Batel's realm strength is comparable to him, and even faintly above him, but this gap is very small, and really fighting hard can't help Ulan Baatar turn his advantage into victory.

The two fought fiercely for an afternoon, both of them were not lightly injured, but they still did not distinguish between victory and defeat, and there are still each other's fist intent and sword intent in both sides.

Not only that, Li Wenshuo forcibly killed a high priest of the barbarian clan at that time, and the destruction of the four Heavenly Demon Banner Swords connected to the heart and mind was also a lot of backlash, and as soon as he used his mind, his head would hurt for a while.

What about tomorrow?

Maybe I'll die tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Li Wenshuo frowned, he naturally didn't want to die, he had only lived for more than twenty years, no matter how great and noble it sounded, he didn't want to die.

Looking at the moon in the sky, he longed more and more for freedom, the kind of freedom that was unfettered. At the beginning, he walked the rivers and lakes, just to see the outside world and become the strongest swordsman in the world.

His sword is strengthened by freedom.

But he also understands that the more he desires freedom, the more he lacks it, and that he does not have the desire for something he already has.

The night passed very slowly, Li Wenshuo couldn't sleep, to be precise, there were too many contradictions in his heart, and he didn't want to sleep at all, so he simply began to think back to the battle with Ulan Batel during the day, and every detail was re-deduced, after all, this level of battle made him gain a lot......

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

The wind is like a knife, cutting the face.

A young man in a white robe, standing at the head of the city with a sword.

Luo Jiuyi stood quietly behind him, his slender figure was completely covered by him, and only a piece of broken white skirt was blown by the wind, letting people know that there was still a person standing behind him.

The cracks in the city wall were a lot bigger last night, and the entire city wall was slightly tilted, and seeing that even if the enemy didn't make a move, this dangerous wall wouldn't last long, so Li Wenshuo simply ordered the guards on the city wall to disperse.

Once the city is breached, the infantry will face the cavalry, and the frontal charge is simply to send them to death, in this case, it is better to fight the enemy in the city, relying on the winding streets, and the barbarians will never delay here, maybe there is still a chance to live.

At this time, there were only two of them on the city wall.

Under the city wall, the barbarian army stood in a whole army, and the crowd was crowded, and there was no edge in sight.

Li Wenshuo's eyes were indifferent, but what he thought in his heart was very dark, he didn't come here to simply send him to death, he didn't go down the city wall for a while, and when the barbarians attacked the city, countless people stood on the wall, and he destroyed the city wall with a sword, at that time, there were not many people alive on the city wall.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, his brow furrowed.